I dreamed about you again last night. As with most of my dreams I remember hardly any of it. Crossing the line between sleep and waking usually only leaves me with a fast fading daze of colours, feelings, a wash of emotions that I can't shake but can't quite remember the reason for.

It's not a very nice feeling. As the lights turned on in my head this morning I woke up to that emptiness, that sense of irreconciliable loss that I feel every time I remember. It's like a deep, dark depth that I cannot see into to decide whether it was real, or just a dream...

I still don't know, really. I think it was bad though, this time. It's not something that's too great to wake up to. Which is why I'm going to fix that :P

I will, just you wait.

Oh, and you know what I mean. :P We've gone through so many years pretending you don't know what I mean... but, hey - you can't do that any more! :P Finally! Haha.